Hey everyone,

It's here. I am on my final day of not wearing a bra. I am so looking forward to the relief provided by actually wearing a bra tomorrow. Yesterday I was back in uni and helping out at my girlguiding unit during enrolment. I was very conscious that it was a formal event and therefore I should probably be very formal myself but no bra doesn't really compute with that.

It was unfortunately a very long day yesterday. I left after breakfast and didn't arrive back...

Life has moved on. But still a few times a year, memories have overtaken me. Each person handles death differently in there own way. I have friends who get drunk in order to get over that pain in there heart. I have other friends who will leave town in order to not deal with that pain inside themselves. For me, I think of those great times. I think of how life was so great growing up. How I was truly blessed with a great grandfather. Who showed so much love to me. Who gave so many times over from his...

Eighteen years of not being able to say goodbye. Instead of the question of why couldn't I have had that last time to say I love you. Why couldn't I have had that last time to hug you.